Rants on Cycling and on Life:
Photos of people and bicycles that pass in front of my camera

12.03.2007

mondays can suck...

mondays can suck...it can be hard to get out of the bed on a monday morningthen things can just steamroll into something worse

today could have been one of those monday morningsbut I am not going to let that happenno... I will not let the idiots and assholes of the world taint my day

woke up...assisted with the morning routinesipped my coffee with a game of Memorydean is good... but a few matches in the final moments and I finished with a slightly higher tallyscore... I like to win!

with the boys dressed everyone funneled out the dooreveryone moving a few minutes later than desiredsuch is the way for monday mornings

with the dog on the leash I headed for the woods for a quick loop in rock creek parkit was the usual morning madnesscars buzzing up and down the streetI waited for things to get clearI waited for the light to turn red at the top of the blockwhen the lights are red facing downhill.... I know that it is all red for the cars that want to go downhillthe light turns yellow... then orange... then redI let the first three cars scream byas making the yellow or pushing the red is to be expectedwith the lane headed up hill clear I started across the street I take my first step forwardthen at the top of the hill comes one more carnot yellow... not orange... not freshly redjust reda green honda crv comes around the blind curve headed right for me

the car is barreling down the hill on the slick leave covered roadI am in the point of intersectionrather than scramble out of the car's wayI stand steady and hold my ground with the dog close by my siderather than slow it looks like she may try to break the double yellow line into oncoming trafficI take a half step forwardshe slowsshe stopsI am not forced to show her that the spirit of Evel Knievel is within meno... I do not have to jump over her speeding car

she is stopped her window comes down and she is giving me so lipthe nerve of this bitch... speeding.... running the red light... no desired to yield to pedestriansand now I have to hear her speak

no... I can tell by her expression that she is not humblethere is not facial expression of guilt or remorsethere is look of aggression and angerrather than listen I shout backshe gets the C wordshe gets reminded of the red lightno one hears the otherno one cares to listen to the otheras we each think we are more rightthe only issueI know that I am right and that she is a fricken c_ntshe is wrong and she should be humblebut no... she is an idiot... she is an asshole... she is a fricken c_nt

into the woodsserenity nowserenity nowit is nearly festivus for the rest of us so I find peace

back from the hike with the dog and into some riding gearonto the bike and through the neighborhoodjust two blocks from my house waiting at a stop lightmy light turns greenjust as I am about to enter the intersection a car comes through taking a left turn through the red lightnearly running me downthe driver is inches from meher black suv is inches from meI recognize the faceit is karenher son is in my son's classshe is a sweet woman... but she nearly ran me downI ride onshe pulls overI wave rather than stall to talkshe knows she was wrongno need to rub it inshe will get some lip next time we meet

I continue on the road taking my quick commute into workwith my camera dangling around my neck I snap some shotsI get some good shots of Lola and some wacky socksthen I get a few Copenhagen Girls On bikes sort of shotsone woman accepts the conversation and the photo opportunitywhile another woman clearly changes her route to avoid the freak with the camerathe woman accepting the shot has a very unique vintage bike from HollandI am stoked to have captured Lola and a commuter on a vintage bikemy mood is smoothed overthe idiots and assholes around me are all but forgotten

I think about the images on the camera and the images on the cardI remember some shots from the week prior that have not made it to surface yetbest to focus on the productive than what is not productive

1 comment:

Glad you're safe. Stuff like this makes me understand why people move to East Buddha, Wyoming, and live a half mile from tolerant neighbors who may be friendly but who like to keep their space. It makes me understand why people who live in small towns out in the heartland think we're all insane to live in big cities - because in fact we just might be.

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